Hearing that the representative of the comptoir had arrived in the center of town, Jill signaled that he knew.

Jill took a break, got up and followed the executioner.

Over the course of a few days, Gil signed contracts with representatives of three comptoirs. After inspecting the goods, these people gave Gil all sorts of business bills: Nord gold coin notes, Vykia gold rubles, and even Swadia checks.

When Jill became foreman, he achieved his first financial victory.

After several trips to the construction site and Fendra, Jill was busy meeting with representatives of various Southern comptoirants, proposing the goods and signing for the payment. At the same time, Jill anxiously awaited the return of the leader of the executioners, and he waited for the chief's iron to be replenished into the empty warehouse on the construction site as soon as possible.

The comptoirs from the south told Gil that there was a lot of commotion on the Kugit side, and that hungry people were constantly running across the border to Nord and Vekia. It seems that there is a huge food crisis in Kujit, and many Kugit students have begun to return to China, and it is estimated that Kugit will start to make big moves--- and the target is likely to be Swadia, which is comfortable and rich.

Hearing the news, Jill was surprisingly calm, as if the news had nothing to do with him.

Gil became rich, and he did not hesitate to invite the southern trading houses to establish a long-term trading post here; enveloping the executioners and their families with gold coins and abundant cloth and grain; The site inspector was given a good sum of money and a small barrel of fresh whale meat and two large barrels of pork marinated in salt and pepper.

Finally, one day at dawn, a cargo ship from Vekia anchored the edge of a large river with broken ice.

That afternoon, Jill saw the leader of the executioners, who had become a little emaciated.

"It's been a hard journey," Jill hugged the leader of the executioners.

The leader's eyes were tired, but there was burning hope, "Sir! I brought a ship full of iron. Do you really take them all? I also invested a lot of iron myself, bought a lot of iron. ”

Jill looked a little embarrassed.

The chief said, "I know, sir, this will put pressure on you. But you see, that's what you promised me at the time: you will take as much iron as I bring back. My brothers and I have indeed brought back a lot of iron by the way, and I hope you will keep your promise. ”

Jill looked at the leader with a serious expression.

"Yes, but you'll have to pay off the thirty-seven dinars you owe, and then buy up that tavern daddy's wine. When you're done with this, I'll fulfill my promise. ”

Speaking of this, Jill smiled lightly, "I will do what I say: how much iron you have, how much I will collect."

The executioners volunteered to help Jill bring the iron from Vikia back to the construction site.

The Ombudsman examined the iron and found that it was of the highest quality snow metro from Vekya: low impurities and high ductility.

When the iron was finally stored in the site's warehouse, Jill's first attempt was a complete success: Ivan helped Jill turn the iron stored on the site into a tool for elaborate crafting; The comptoirs from the south helped Jill turn his tools into real gold coins; With these gold coins, Jill bought the iron brought by the executioner from Vicchia to make up for the shortfall in the warehouse on the site.

Soldiers are dangerous, Jill is not unaware, in the above links, if any link goes wrong, his fate will be doomed.

The Nord were now a rising country, a rising country, and its bureaucracy was still efficient and relatively incorruptible, and although the Nords would not brutally execute Gil's speculative practices, exile to foreign countries was inevitable. The Nords had made a deal with the Wikibians to exile a group of prisoners to the icy eastern plains of Vician, where the Wikiians were weak and desperate for the population, even the prisoners of Wikia would be accepted. Through exile, Nord cleared the garbage, and Vikia got the settlers, and everyone was happy.

This commercial success has once again elevated Jill's place in the hearts of the executioners. The executioner now has an intuitive feeling in his heart, that is, working for Mr. Jill, he will definitely get a good reward.

Each executioner received a large commission, which was almost equivalent to half a year's wages for the executioners. When they got the money, some of the executioners immediately went home and handed it over to their wives, while others went around the city looking for suitable accommodation, and some went to find girls.

Watching the executioners disperse in a chaotic manner, Jill and the leader of the executioners talked with emotion in the tavern.

"Sir," asked Jill, "you see, working for others, no matter how hard you work, you can only get a sum of money for the drink in the end." But if we can work for ourselves, I don't need to say how much reward we will get after hard work. This is just the beginning. So many businessmen are from a hard background, and you are no less than them, so you are willing to let them live out when they are old, but you yourself are not clothed? ”

The chief did not speak, but drank in a muffled voice, without saying a word.

Jill urged the leader to take a stand.

The leader sighed, "Mr. Jill, although I am older than you, I do need to call you sir. Your brain is better than mine, and I am not as good as you in business, and the boys under my command are the same. You know, at most, those of us have only studied in a martial arts school for a year or two before we become apprentices, and many of us are even born farmers and craftsmen, and we only have the strength of one body, and we can't do the work of the brain. As you said last time, I thought that the kind of traveling around the business line is indeed very attractive, but Mr. Jill, I am almost forty years old, and I am gradually not used to this kind of toss. ”

A runner in the tavern walked over, wiped two soju bottles with a towel, and whispered, "The boss sent it."

Jill and the leader nodded in gratitude, and turned back to the boss to indicate that his kindness had been received.

Watching the runners walk away, the leader of the executioners continued, "Now I and the boys are around our house to keep the goods, and we make less money, but we are close to home, and we can take care of them at any time." In the future, if we run around the continent every day, what will happen to our family? Not to mention that the old and weak in the family can't find support when they encounter difficulties, if any of us are cut off on the road, what will happen to the family left behind? Mr. Jill, it's not that I don't want to follow you, it's just that we are a businessman, and we worry too much about it, I'm afraid we can't do it. ”

Jill waited for the leader to finish speaking, and cleared her throat.

"Sir, I want to tell you that the merchant is just the beginning, and the gold merchant line is just an embellishment."

"After a few more business trips, I am going to buy a manor and a shop, and then we will do our own business and no longer have to run around for supplies. If we could, we could buy some river flats in the south to grow flax, and open a trading post in Vicchia to collect iron and furs. One day, I will send people to be stationed all over the country, and I will have my business in all the docks on the mainland. ”

"Man is fundamental," says Jill, "and so many guilds and fraternities have collapsed, not because they are not properly managed, but because they take the role of man too lowly." I know of a man who worked hard for his guild and ended up with a wife who was separated because of a disagreement with the president. This guild looks glamorous on the outside, but it is already vulnerable. ”

"Sir, I am weak," said Jill humbly, "I am weak!" Let me tell you, I only have more than 100 craftsmen on hand, and the surplus money can only allow me to dispatch freely within half a year--- as long as I make a big investment, I will return to the point of fighting against the water. I need allies, I need you. ”

"I promise that after we are married, your families will not be left without security. And quite a few of you will stay in Fendra and will not be transferred elsewhere. Sir, I'm going to open a trading post here, and then, as we did this time, I'm going to buy cheap goods from Fendra and sell them at a high price. There are a lot of people doing this business, and you know, when the docks are built, the big guilds will flock to them, and we will put down roots here before they come here and take away all opportunities. To be honest, without collaborators, with the people I have at my disposal, I would have been hard to sustain. ”

After hearing this, the leader smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Jill, I have already said that in addition to having strength and knowing martial arts, we are all idiots when we do business." This time we have done this business completely at your disposal, and you are going to set up a trading post here, and there is very little that my men can do. ”

Jill smiled, "Sir, I am so embarrassed when you say that, you are too modest!" The executioners penetrated into almost every corner of the continent. Does anyone know where the cheapest goods are? Who knows the latest information? Who can choose the most convenient and fastest mode of transportation? Executioner, executioner, executioner! This is your unbeatable advantage. As for sitting behind the counter to handle bills and haggle, I'll send someone to help you. ”

"Send someone to help us?"

"Yes, I'm going to find a suitable shop around for the past two days, I can't always be stuck in a small construction site", Jill slowly walked to the window and looked up at the extremely blue sky, "Let's cooperate." We must have the diligence of burying our heads in pulling the cart, but we must also have the awareness of looking up at the road. I hope that one day, you will be the most powerful assistant in my guild. ”

The leader drank all his wine, then bit off the cork of the soju bottle and took a few sips, choking and coughing, as if he was making up his mind.

Two weeks later, the Fandra White Pigeon Exchange was founded.

The head of the exchange is a Wiki steward and a Nord executioner leader, which makes it unique. At the same time, the young men in the shiny clerical uniforms, if you look closely, you will see that they are the same executioners who had been waiting for work in the tavern with a sad face the other day.

When Jill finally decided on the name of the White Dove Exchange, he sighed silently in his heart. The name still can't let go of itself, and although the moon is gone, Jill still can't forget the white dove.

The White Pigeon Exchange is the sole agent of Jill's additional tools from the construction site. With the support of the Ombudsman, Jill continued to trade with the manpower and material resources on the construction site. After some time, Jill told the inspector that there was no need to use the materials from the construction site, which would be too unsafe. From now on, Jill has enough material resources to eat this cake on his own--- caravan of the White Pigeon Exchange will steadily send a large number of raw materials from Wikia upstream every month.

The inspector accused Jill of being in a hurry to stop after making money, and was suspected of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge.

Jill told the Ombudsman that it was impossible to cross the river and tear down the bridge, and that it was just a matter of using each other at first.

However, Jill also promised the Ombudsman that he would be willing to train them if the Ombudsman could squeeze out enough people. And as long as these people's goods are qualified, Jill will buy them without discrimination.

"Your business is getting bigger, Jill. Aren't you worried that I'll poke it out one day? ”

"Sir, are you willing?" Jill asked rhetorically, "We didn't cause losses to the country, we just took advantage of the country's current situation to seek some benefits for ourselves, and we made money with our hands." You don't have to come and bang me all the time, you know I won't do anything that is in your interest; If you can win together, I will come and ask you to join us. Wouldn't it be better if we got to the end of the dock and then we went our separate ways? ”

The Ombudsman said he was not worried about being investigated, but in fact the Ombudsman knew that if the matter came to light, the financial means that Gil had unearthed for him would be cut off. Ombudsmen are not so stupid as to get along with themselves.

After pondering Jill's suggestion, the Ombudsman felt that Jill was right. Using a series of personnel scheduling and coercion, the foremen on the site had to recruit a new group of craftsmen for the Ombudsman, whose wages were borne by the foremen, nominally in the service of King Nord, but in fact for the foremen themselves.

Jill taught these people a whole process. As soon as these people came out, the Ombudsman couldn't wait for them to go to work, and the Ombudsman himself had no stable supply, so he kept buying materials from Jill, and then sold the finished products to Jill after the production was completed.

If it weren't for Jill's efforts to curb the Ombudsman's ambitions again and again, I don't know how far the Ombudsman would have expanded.

One of the storekeepers courted by Jill secretly told Jill that the situation of the Ombudsman's misappropriation of materials was extremely serious.

Jill inquired about the amount of materials embezzled by the Inspector and couldn't help but feel sorry: people can be so greedy.

But in the eyes, Jill doesn't break it.

Just as Jill was gradually shifting his career focus from the construction site to Fendra Town, news came from Fendra's side that the White Dove Exchange had been ostracized by the old local faction.

The current situation is such that Gil is constantly transferring his skilled craftsmen to Fandra while ensuring the progress of the construction site. The White Pigeon Exchange is now just a transit point for goods, but anyone can see that Jill's goal is not just to do some small business of buying and selling.

Rumors spread throughout the town that Jill was planning to buy two blacksmiths and a carpenter's shop, and several storefronts along the street were visited by employees of the White Dove Exchange to negotiate business.

This has caused deep concern among the inherent forces of Fendra.

Jona said that Fandra has two worlds, the world of day and the world of night.

The world during the day is a civilized society composed of traders, craftsmen, citizens, and officials; The society at night is an underground world of thugs and smugglers.

There is one person who straddles these two worlds: Jona's former owner, the boss.

During the day, this boss is a business leader, a guide for public consumption, and a guest of honor for government officials. At night, the boss is the gang leader, the boss, and the protector of the smuggling trade.

The boss was born in the military, and after being forced to leave the army because of reselling military rations, he became self-made with a group of Fandra homeless people, and built a world that completely enveloped Fandra for more than a decade.

The rise of the White Dove Exchange has terrified this boss. The lame man behind the White Pigeon Exchange doesn't seem to be an easy one: this guy ousted his boss and became the new foreman; vigorously united the executioners who did not agree with him; In the few encounters the boss had little upper hand.

If this cripple is allowed to grow bigger, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Thus, a series of troubles against the White Pigeon Exchange began.

During the day, some citizens reported that the White Pigeon Exchange illegally occupied land; Some women's groups went to the entrance of the exchange to hold signs to protest against the staff of the exchange for molesting women; Officials often come to the exchange to check their licenses and security housekeeping.

All this has made the exchange lose face and cannot operate normally.

At night, the hay piles around the exchange often catch fire for no reason, glass is smashed, and countless prostitutes block the doorway to solicit customers.

When Jill received the news, Ivan was dealing with all these troubles with a numb scalp.

The foundation of the White Pigeon Exchange is unstable, and if it continues to be harassed like this, it can only close its doors in the end. Some of the originally negotiated shop acquisition businesses were also terminated for no reason, and those merchants were unwilling to say that they were willing to do so, and seemed to be threatened.

Anxious, Jona writes a scribbled letter to Jill, "Fendra is a mess."

After much deliberation, Jill approached the Ombudsman and asked for an introduction to the mayor of Fendra.

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